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"Then I must have missed something, by not watching you closely enough,"
murmured Jack. "I shall have to sit up straighter and keep my eyes wider open. When was it all settled, sir?"
"Why, did you not tell me--"
"Haven't had a blessed chance to tell you anything," replied Jack, looking astonished. "You've been doing all the telling."
"But you'll go with me, of course, to Was.h.i.+ngton?" uttered Radberg, looking much taken aback.
"I doubt it," muttered young Benson, shaking his head. "In fact, sir, I may as well tell you that it's waste of our time to carry this line of talk any further."
"Ach! You are cunning," smiled Professor Radberg, no longer nonplussed.
"That is as it should be, too, for you are a clever young man, Herr Benson."
"A thousand thanks," murmured Captain Jack.
"But, instead of talk," pursued the German, "you wish to see some money.
Quite right! I should, were I in your place, Herr Benson. Well, then--ach! Look at this."
Thrusting a fat hand down deep in a trousers pocket, Herr Professor Radberg brought up into view a big roll of money. He held this up so that the submarine boy could feast his eyes on it. Jack looked, composedly.
"Did you ever see anything like this--you, who are such a young boy?"
smiled the German, teasingly.
"I--I don't know, really," responded Jack, thoughtfully, thrusting a hand down into his own trousers pocket. Young Benson brought up into the light a very comfortable looking handful of banknotes, rolled and surrounded by a broad elastic band. "Let's measure the two, Professor, and see how they compare."
"Ach!" muttered the German, regarding Jack's money with some displeasure.
"Where did you get all that?"
"Oh, now, Professor!" cried the young submarine captain, reproachfully.
"I didn't ask you where you got yours!"
"Ach! This is all so much foolishness!" cried the German Professor, returning his money to his pocket.
"That's what I think, too," agreed Jack, following suit. "It's what our English cousins call 'bad form,' to go to comparing piles of money."
"Now, sit down, Herr Benson, and I will tell you what a very handsome sum of money, and what excellent wages, the German government will pay you to enter our imperial naval service."
"How much money is there in Germany?" interrupted the submarine boy, thoughtfully.
"How much, in all Germany?" demanded the Professor. "Nein! How should I know?"
"You expect me, of course, to turn my back on this country for good, to tell you Germans whatever I may know about submarine secrets, to drill with your navy, and be prepared to fight in your navy if war comes?"
"Ach, yes! of course," replied Radberg. "Now, we are beginning to understand one another."
"Professor," interrupted Captain Jack Benson, "we've had enough of joking."
"Joking? I a.s.sure you--"
"Professor," once more broke in the submarine boy, "_I wouldn't sell out my country's flag for all the money you ever saw!_"
For a few moments the Professor's face was a study in consternation.
Then he broke forth, angrily:
"Ach! You are a fool!"
"I guess so," nodded Jack, without resentment. "That's just the kind of fools we Americans are generally."
Herr Radberg was a good enough reader of human faces to realize that, at all events, there was no use in continuing the conversation at present.
"Very good," he growled. "You can go. I shall see your friends, instead."
"When you get through with 'em you'll think they're idiots," grinned Captain Jack Benson.
Herr Radberg wasn't a fool. Neither was he a rascal, expert in offering bribes. Brought up within the wall's of a German university, he would have been willing to lay down his life instantly for the good of the Fatherland. Yet he couldn't understand that men of other nations could be just as devoted to their own countries. From Herr Professor Radberg's point of view Germany was the only country in the world that was fitted to inspire a real and deep sense of patriotism.
"No harm done, Professor," said Jack, moving toward the door, and turning the key to unlock it. "I'm sorry you had all the trouble and expense of coming to Dunhaven on a useless errand. Good-bye!"
"Ach! You may go, but you will come back," scowled the other. "If not, your comrades will, I hope, prove to be young men of better sense and judgment."
"Oh, they'll listen to you," smiled Jack. "Good-bye!"
"I shall have two of you, anyway," were Radberg's last words before the door of the outer room closed and Jack's footsteps sounded in the corridor.
CHAPTER II
"FRENCH SPOKEN HERE"
"Well, what do you think of that?"
It was Eph Somers who put the question, and the time was some fifteen minutes later.
Captain Jack had met his two comrades up on the main street of the village. He had told them, with a good deal of amus.e.m.e.nt, of his late talk with the German.
Hal Hastings didn't say a word, but his eyes twinkled.
"I wouldn't have minded," laughed Jack, "but it was the Professor's c.o.c.k-sureness that I was to be Germany's oyster."
"Is he an old man?" asked Hal.
"Not very," Jack answered. "Perhaps not old enough to know better.
Anyway, if I were going to a foreign government, Germany would be about the last country. Germany is our rival in building a large navy. About every other month the experts in Germany sit down to figure whether they are anything ahead of us in the tonnage of wars.h.i.+ps, and, if so, whether there is any danger of our catching up with them. Now, unless the Germans have a notion that they may need, to fight us one of these days--"
"Oh, I don't believe anything of that sort," broke in Hal, shaking his head. "I don't believe any country in the world is aching to pick a quarrel with us."